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I grab and pull him onto me so now he’s straddling me. I grab some lube from my nightstand and apply it to myself. Then, grabbing him by the hips, I gently guide him back onto my dick and don’t stop until I’m balls deep, his moans and gasps a symphony to my ears.
I grin up at him as he struggles to stay composed. “And there isn’t nothing now that’s gonna get in between us,” I say, slowly beginning to thrust. “I promise you that.”
And as we fuck that night, I don’t feel any lingering anxiety or dread. Just joy and hope knowing that, while we may struggle like all couples do, he and I are both committed to each other. No matter what.
“I love you so much,” I tell him as I hold him close, my dick still inside him after I’ve given him my third load.
“I love you too,” he says, clutching my arms. And as he falls asleep in my arms, I know that I’m the luckiest man in the whole world. Choosing integrity wasn’t easy, but with this as the outcome? It was worth all the pain. And I’d do it again for Michael in a heartbeat.
Epilogue One – Six Months Later
Michael Cunningham
Ilaynakedonthe bed of the very same cabin where Kyle abandoned me. I’m alone and have been for the past hour. But, unlike last time, I know he’s coming back.
Dating Kyle has been better than I could have imagined. I was worried that he would slip back into old ways, gradually withholding what was going on inside his head until he would explode with some hurtful behavior, forcing me to reconsider the whole relationship again.
But he hasn’t. He’s been consistently going to his therapist, coming to understand his relationship with his own sexuality more fully, while also addressing his complicated relationship with his father. It hasn’t always been easy for him, and I’m sure challenges will arise in the future, but what’s important is that he’s honest and true to himself. And that makes any sort of conflict, heartfelt conversation, and even our most intimate moments so much better.
Oh, and speaking of intimate moments, my body is tied up with rope. My arms are pinned to my back, and my legs are tied to the bed frame, forcing me face down with my ass in the air. There’s a mirror at the top of the bed, showing how vulnerable of a position I’m in.
Kyle and I have also been experimenting in the bedroom. Since he’s had relatively little experience with men—or even women, surprisingly—and since I’ve had a lot due to my time as a pornstar, Kyle’s asked to me to show him the ropes—ha!—on a few things. And since he’smySexiest Man Alive, I happilyoblige. That night before he abandoned me, we talked about both of us taking charge equally in bed. And since, we’ve learned that it’s not about who’s taking charge but instead how pleasurable what we’re doing is. And we’ve found a lot of things that feel good. So now, every time we make love, it just ratchets up in intensity and pleasure for the both of us. Even as a pornstar, I didn’t think sex could be this amazing.
I crane my neck to check the clock. It’s past when Kyle said he would be back, but I’m not worried. I trust him now. And besides, we’ve agreed that stretching the rules a bit makes it fun. We have a safe word and all, but I’ve hardly needed to use it. It’s honestly been perfect.
I hear the cabin door slam, and I feel my hole pucker. My dick is already getting hard against the rope keeping it down. The anticipation of his arrival, paired with not knowing when exactly it would be, has my heart racing and my libido flowing.
The floor creaks as downstairs as he walks around in his boots. I hear him set down the firewood that he was cutting. An hour ago, as he was tying me up, he said he would go do some chores outside. It’s a scalding summer day in Mississippi, so I know he’s hot and sweaty. Just how I like him.
He turns on the sink, and I let out a low whimper. I need him. Right now. And he’s just taking his time, teasing me. When I finally hear him walking up the stairs, I try to spread my legs even further, making sure I’m as open as possible for him.
“Now there’s a sight to see,” he says, and his deep, Southern drawl sends chills down my spine. From day one—seeing him act all sexy in those commercials or watching one of his post-game interviews—his voice has always made me weak in the knees.
He walks over to the side of the bed, and my dick twitches at the sight of him. He’s shirtless with red suspenders keeping his pants up. His entire muscular body glistens with sweat, and I almost pass out when I see a drop of sweat fall from his nipple. Since he retired from the NFO, he’s worked hard to keep his workout routine just as rigorous. He likes the way he feels in his huge, beefy body. And I won’t complain. I like the way it feels, too.
He lifts his boot on the bed and places it next to my face. “Off,” he commands.
Wasting no time, I take my mouth to his laces and carefully undo the knots with my teeth.
He strokes the back of my head, gently pulling on my mullet. “Good piggy,” he says.
When I manage to completely undo the knots, he retracts his leg and takes his boot off. He sticks the open shoe in my face, and I sniff in the stink with alacrity.
Poppers are popular in the gay community. It’s where people sniff this chemical in a small bottle and get a brief high. For many, it relaxes the muscles, especially in the anus, and increases sensitivity, often bringing with it a quick sense of euphoria.
But I don’t need that. I’ve never been into it, frankly. But Kyle’s scent makes me a believer in its potential power. Because Kyle’s smell opens me up like a fucking revelation. He’s divine.
He pulls away before I can get enough of him, and I whimper.
“Don’t worry,” he says, putting his other boot on the bed. “You’ll be getting plenty of me soon enough.”
I get to untying his other boot, this time faster than the other one. And this time, after he takes off his boot, he lets me smell his socked foot directly. But instead of stroking my hair, he strokes my hole with his thumb, gently pushing it in with just enough pressure to alter my breathing.
I moan, the intense euphoria that his smell brings me altering my brain circuits to see him as more safe than before. When I was doing porn, sex with random men felt so lifeless, so distant. But now it’s like an exploration, a dynamic plunge into Kyle’s being. With each foray into Kyle’s body, he feels more like home. And seeing him go crazy for mine, I know he’s going through the same experience. Ever since we made up at the Championship Game, which I still can’t stop thinking about, he’s been opening himself up to me like a perpetual blossom, and the more I find inside him, the more I love him. And boy, do I love him.
“Take it off,” he says, gentle but firm.
I slowly raise my head as high as I can to grab hold of the edge of the sock with my teeth. Then I pull. By the time his huge, hairy foot is revealed, I swear I’m worshipping the body of a god himself. But honestly, Achilles has nothing on Kyle.
